Why Do We Write, What We Write
What motivating factor shouts to us to write what we do?
Ever sit down at the keyboard just wondering, “What can I bless the rest of the world with today?No! I wrote about that last week,” or “so-and-so already has that covered pretty well, maybe I should write on—“and yada, yada, yada— until we just give up!“Maybe something will come later…” If this is you, don’t think you hold the edge on apathetic complacency.I think at times, all our minds just go blank!Confusion!Drudgery of daily chores and activities—baby’s crying-- before you know it, you have a headache.Can’t write now, guess what?You’ve just defeated yourself!
Yesterday I was reading an article from a fellow Hubber, and they said, “Sometimes we get ideas from what others write…” My mind got to clicking, could you possibly write on a ‘negative’ comment someone emailed to you?Like something you wrote earlier maybe on your blog; an article you’ve never even published to one of the social sites, not meaning to intimidate, but one reader seemingly took it the wrong way and wrote to you about your intent or motives?Like they put you in a mold or something, “You were supposed to act thusly…” they thought.
My wife and I were noticing an increase in traffic here on HubPages, and I remember asking her what I should write about next…?She replied, “I know what I would write about, people who inconsiderately leave their shopping carts beside their parking space, or in it keeping others from parking there as they leave.”Lack of consideration… maybe—Well, I started a little satire on a blog, intending to go back, polish it up a little, then publish it to HubPages, RedGage, She Told Me, anywhere.Well I get this email.Not a comment provided on the blog, a personal email.It appears someone has a guilty complex about something I wrote about; thought maybe I had seen them leave their shopping cart, or was talking about them, or something.Thought she would write me as to the reason she didn’t return her shopping cart, and asking me to be more tolerant?How about her tolerance to others?
I've not written in three days, afraid I’d hurt someone’s feeling. She could have been tolerant and just not said anything, but no! She said she didn't have to return her cart to the proper ‘cart caddy’ because she wasn’t going to leave her children in the car alone. Her children weren't in control of the situation… or were they? I guess we just can’t please everyone, or some excuses are legitimate I suppose.
Do ideas to write about come easy to you?
We write to please ourselves...
I assume we write what we write sometimes just to please ourselves or we want to get something off our chest.Unless we’re working on a novel or some other large writing, the ideas come and go.While mowing I think of numerous ideas, but I can’t write them down at the moment so they become superfluous.Even lying in bed, we think about something--, but if we don’t get up to jot down the idea we lose sleep over it.Sometimes the ideas are too numerous to mention.We have ourselves, our health, the weather, our jobs, why people do what they do, the reasons things are what they are, the hobbies we have or what we like to eat, where we like to go… what we like to do or—occasionally even about things that might even ‘bug’ us.
Now mind you; as you sit down to pound out that masterpiece that has just come to you out of the blue—it may not be equally enjoyed by all that read it.Someone clear across the country may search you out and try to justify why they do the things they do.Maybe they feel better after spouting off as to why they choose not to observe common courtesy toward everyone else, including those that are handicapped.Persons that don’t ask for much, just to be considered by those of us more able-bodied.Those willing to return the shopping carts to the nearby parking corrals and not leave them in the handicapped spaces because it might be more convenient to them or because they are in a hurry, or some other frivolous excuse.I understand it’s called Parking Lot Etiquette.
Parking Lot Etiquette
Now I could have picked any other subject to write on today… but no, you see I was helped.Rather than remain quiet and bite the preverbal bullet and not try to justify their actions—they were shouting out to me.Sam; why don’t you write on -- Parking Lot Etiquette, and even those that are exempt…
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